Some Cutter/Benson fluff. I just had to get something down with these two, hope y'all can get a good laugh out of it*^_^*

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Olivia dropped the holiday brochures she had been reading onto the nightstand beside her side of the bed. She tilted her head to the side as she glanced over at Mike, lying in bed next to her reading the latest issue of the New York Law Journal.

She nudged him gently on the arm. "You know, I've been thinking about making an apple pie with gummy bears added into the filling . . ." she said, her voice murmuring softly into his ear. ". . . So that when you cut a slice, a colourful mosaic of melted candy spills out of it. That would be nice with a big dollop of cream, don't you think?"

Mike looked at her contentiously, his eyebrows furrowing in amazement. "How can you think of pie after eating twenty pounds of Chinese food?" he wanted to know.

"It wasn't twenty pounds. Remarks like that get you handcuffed to the radiator," she teased. "Chasing perps all day tends to give you an appetite."

Mike settled his head back on the pillow. "I'll say."

After a long pause, he turned his head to face her once again. His lips parted in a crooked wry smile, as he ran his fingers along the smooth skin of the inside of her arm. "I can think of a way to burn all that off," he said, his voice harbouring a hint of mischief. "You're certainly sweeter than apple pie and gummy bears."

Olivia was quick to take him up on his sly invitation. She hurled herself onto his bloated stomach, taking his breath away quite literally, her firm thighs digging into his yielding love handles. "Oh yeah big boy, what have you got for me?"

"I was going to say we could exercise our jaws after ordering a pizza," Mike responded, taken by surprise. "But I think I like your idea much better." He wheezed heavily, his lungs compressed under her weight.

"Oh."

Mike noticed the discouragement in her voice. "That was a joke," he reassured her.

Olivia took a moment to collect her thoughts, not amused by his distasteful sense of humour, finding herself no longer interested in his suggestion.

"Actually Mike, on second thoughts, maybe we shouldn't. Besides, I haven't shaved my legs since September." She rolled onto her side, facing away from him. She reached over to turn the light off. "Night Mike."

The end.

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